I am taking back my identity as the clown.

To announce and laugh of my eternal reign over this world. Filled with red and horrifying wishes of the citizen. Writing of foes and a dreamy cage with eternal life and the shady dust.

I speak of charm and I continue, with fading meanings and a substitute. Though I had narrated the saga, of Jester and I and the king of fortunes. With a lust for destiny and a widow caged in doom.

This is the story of older times when the world was far simple than it is now. When messages took weeks and months to be delivered. People used birds, men and other means. A time when the population died of simple diseases like malaria. It was then when it happened.

A Clown fell in love with the Queen.

to be continued….